Fic: Falling Awake (12/13)
Here's the next part of my fic Falling Awake. Thanks to everyone who commented on that last part (and all the parts). It's very much appreciated!
Fic: Falling Awake
Rating: Nothing bad here, unless you would count angst.
Feedback: Of course, feedback is like our crack!
Summary: Just when George thought his life couldn’t get any more complicated, it does.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, unfortunately. It would be cooler if I did though.
Spoilers: All the way until the end of the episode “The Other Side of Life” after that my version takes a different route. I started this fic over the summer so this season doesn’t really count, any similarities is only by coincidence. If you haven’t watch S4 yet and are staying away from spoilers don’t worry nothing here will spoil you.
A/N: Many thanks goes to those who have already read a lot of this and help me sort through my writers block. It was much appreciate! :)
Just a little warning, the medical situations in this may be completely off, I don’t know anything, really, when it comes to hospitals or medical knowledge, so prepare yourself for having to suspend your imagination and belief.
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“Okay, so whoever said that a good night’s worth of sleep could mean the world of difference wasn’t lying,” Callie said as she came into George’s room with a plant in her hands.
George looked up and watched at her from his spot in bed.
“Callie…” He said, softly. He wasn’t sure how he was going to do this. He wasn’t sure if he could break her heart with out breaking his, but he knew it was unavoidable.
“In the next residence meeting, I’m so bringing up how uncomfortable the chairs are around here,” she said, not noticing his anxious look. “I mean, would it kill them to buy something with a little cushion?”
She went to the windowsill and made room for the green plant in her hands.
“Callie…” George tried again, as he watched her fiddle with the other get-well stuff by the window.
“Unless the hospital is getting some kind of kick back for back surgeries, cause I’m pretty sure I may have a slipped disk from sitting in those hard chairs for so long…” She said, with her back to George, still ignoring his calls of her name.
“Callie, we need…”
“Well, what do you think?” Callie asked brightly as she turned around.
“About what?”
“The get well plant.” She said, looking at the small tree she just placed down. “It’s from our hotel. The card says it’s a Hawaiian umbrella tree.”
“The hotel gives small trees to sick people?” George asked, incredulously.
“No, just to the ones who pay big bucks to stay there. Apparently, they take notice when we stop coming around.”
“Speaking of which, Callie, I think…”
Callie turned back around, straightening the plant in question. “Plants have to be the worst get-well gift ever. You’ve been in the hospital for weeks, so why not give you something that takes a lot of attention. Just because you didn’t die doesn’t mean you want to be responsible for killing something, you know?”
George sighed.
“I always liked those candy bouquet’s, you know, the ones that are candy bars glued into the shape of flowers. They’re fun to look at and a resourceful for a snack,” she said, casually.
“Callie,” George tried, once more. “I need to…
“Or a card. No one ever takes the time to write a good old fashion get-well card. Everything is electronically sent. Death defying hospital stay? Here, with one click of the mouse, give someone some rare, shedding tree,” She said, nonchalantly, her back to George. “Nothing inspires you to get better than being a tree killer.”
George watched her sadly as she ignored him while she fiddled with the plants at the window. After rambling for a while, she fell silent.
“Callie,” George said, softly. Hoping she was ready to face their problems.
“You’re not seriously about to do this now are you?” Callie whispered, skeptically, while looking down at the plant in front of her.
“We can’t hide from this any longer. I can’t keep hurting you,” George said.
Callie whipped around angrily. “So, what, you’re going to do whatever you about to do, now? After I’ve sat by your side for days? After I worried and cried and prayed for you for days? After I gave in and let your precious little friends take care of you? After I put EVERYTHING in my life on hold for you, you’re going to do this now?”
George shook his head sadly. “I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep hurting you. You deserve better.”
“Ohh, well thank you so MUCH for being so chivalrous George O’Malley, you are such a gentleman. I would hate for you to ruin your nice guy reputation by giving your wife a break after the worst few days of her life,” she spat out angrily as she looked down, not ready to face what he was about to say.
“Callie,” George whispered. “Please…”
Callie slowly looked up. Her eyes filling up with tears as she met his.
“We need to talk.”
Fic: Falling Awake
Rating: Nothing bad here, unless you would count angst.
Feedback: Of course, feedback is like our crack!
Summary: Just when George thought his life couldn’t get any more complicated, it does.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, unfortunately. It would be cooler if I did though.
Spoilers: All the way until the end of the episode “The Other Side of Life” after that my version takes a different route. I started this fic over the summer so this season doesn’t really count, any similarities is only by coincidence. If you haven’t watch S4 yet and are staying away from spoilers don’t worry nothing here will spoil you.
A/N: Many thanks goes to those who have already read a lot of this and help me sort through my writers block. It was much appreciate! :)
Just a little warning, the medical situations in this may be completely off, I don’t know anything, really, when it comes to hospitals or medical knowledge, so prepare yourself for having to suspend your imagination and belief.
///000///
“Okay, so whoever said that a good night’s worth of sleep could mean the world of difference wasn’t lying,” Callie said as she came into George’s room with a plant in her hands.
George looked up and watched at her from his spot in bed.
“Callie…” He said, softly. He wasn’t sure how he was going to do this. He wasn’t sure if he could break her heart with out breaking his, but he knew it was unavoidable.
“In the next residence meeting, I’m so bringing up how uncomfortable the chairs are around here,” she said, not noticing his anxious look. “I mean, would it kill them to buy something with a little cushion?”
She went to the windowsill and made room for the green plant in her hands.
“Callie…” George tried again, as he watched her fiddle with the other get-well stuff by the window.
“Unless the hospital is getting some kind of kick back for back surgeries, cause I’m pretty sure I may have a slipped disk from sitting in those hard chairs for so long…” She said, with her back to George, still ignoring his calls of her name.
“Callie, we need…”
“Well, what do you think?” Callie asked brightly as she turned around.
“About what?”
“The get well plant.” She said, looking at the small tree she just placed down. “It’s from our hotel. The card says it’s a Hawaiian umbrella tree.”
“The hotel gives small trees to sick people?” George asked, incredulously.
“No, just to the ones who pay big bucks to stay there. Apparently, they take notice when we stop coming around.”
“Speaking of which, Callie, I think…”
Callie turned back around, straightening the plant in question. “Plants have to be the worst get-well gift ever. You’ve been in the hospital for weeks, so why not give you something that takes a lot of attention. Just because you didn’t die doesn’t mean you want to be responsible for killing something, you know?”
George sighed.
“I always liked those candy bouquet’s, you know, the ones that are candy bars glued into the shape of flowers. They’re fun to look at and a resourceful for a snack,” she said, casually.
“Callie,” George tried, once more. “I need to…
“Or a card. No one ever takes the time to write a good old fashion get-well card. Everything is electronically sent. Death defying hospital stay? Here, with one click of the mouse, give someone some rare, shedding tree,” She said, nonchalantly, her back to George. “Nothing inspires you to get better than being a tree killer.”
George watched her sadly as she ignored him while she fiddled with the plants at the window. After rambling for a while, she fell silent.
“Callie,” George said, softly. Hoping she was ready to face their problems.
“You’re not seriously about to do this now are you?” Callie whispered, skeptically, while looking down at the plant in front of her.
“We can’t hide from this any longer. I can’t keep hurting you,” George said.
Callie whipped around angrily. “So, what, you’re going to do whatever you about to do, now? After I’ve sat by your side for days? After I worried and cried and prayed for you for days? After I gave in and let your precious little friends take care of you? After I put EVERYTHING in my life on hold for you, you’re going to do this now?”
George shook his head sadly. “I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep hurting you. You deserve better.”
“Ohh, well thank you so MUCH for being so chivalrous George O’Malley, you are such a gentleman. I would hate for you to ruin your nice guy reputation by giving your wife a break after the worst few days of her life,” she spat out angrily as she looked down, not ready to face what he was about to say.
“Callie,” George whispered. “Please…”
Callie slowly looked up. Her eyes filling up with tears as she met his.
“We need to talk.”